I am having the kind of morning where I contemplated getting donuts on my way into work for 20 minutes but I didn’t because I was too tired to get out of my car and now I am full of regret. I was also woken up very early this morning by a lovely toddler and am therefore in a cranky mood. But I digress.
Two weeks ago it was my Zia’s birthday and Elise and I called her up to see if she was free to go on an adventure. She suggested bringing the kids to the Queen’s Park Petting Zoo which was a brilliant idea because Matteo is obsessed with petting zoos. Both my Mom and SIL Stephanie were free that day so they also joined us in an animal adventure.
Beside the petting zoo is a water park and a playground which is great for every child other than Matteo. Seriously, if i could pay some amount of money to have this kid stay in one area for long than 5 seconds I would. Then we could go to the beach or go on picnics and we could actually enjoy ourselves instead of chasing after a toddler who has a mind of his own. I can’t even express to you how annoying it was trying to take him to the fabric store yesterday. Sweet Jesus. I just feel the need to do a lot of complaining about Matteo and his wandering. That and his stubborn nature to go where he wants when he wants. “THIS WAY!”. I’ll be really happy when this phase (Oh God I hope it’s a phase) ends.
So adorable. Evelyn calls Matteo Teo and Matteo calls Evelyn Evaleven (which is also how he says Eleven).
Queen’s Park is so lovely. I always forget how close New West is to us and how many fun things the city has to offer. It was also great spending the morning with family and celebrating Zia Maria’s birthday. We should probably take Matteo to the petting zoo every week since it’s so close to home and fenced in (God bless fences).
“Wow, so many animals!”
Ready to hear something you’ve never heard before? WE ARE SICK AGAIN. Ha.
Seriously, can this house catch a break at all this year? We have never had so many colds in a 5 month period of time before!
No less than a week after Matteo recovers from a throat infection does he get a head cold, which naturally gets passed to me as well.
It’s not even like he is in school, or even socializes with kids a lot (Hi, his mother is an introvert and that would mean she would have to socialize with other people as well). I’m seriously contemplating putting the two of us in a bubble or something.
Apparently Chad’s immune system is amazing because he never ends up catching what we have, or it only lasts 24 hours. Totally not fair.
Maybe we should start buying stock in Kleenex.
Oh, and we’ve been up since 4:45am thanks to a coughing fit. Today is going to be a very long day. At least I’ll have the opportunity to do a lot of laundry? Woo hoo!
I’m really tired of everyone being sick :(
I had a nap yesterday afternoon because Matteo and I went for a 1.5 hour walk and I was exhausted. This nap resulted in me not falling asleep until past 11pm. I usually go to bed at 9pm because growing a baby is draining. At 1:30am Matteo awoke with ear piercing screams. You would have thought someone was murdering him. What did he want? Milk of course. 3 sips of milk to be exact. Then he went back to bed as if nothing happened. I, however, did not. I started to think about how I really don’t want to have to pay the hospital $600 to get a private room, but on the other hand I really don’t want myself, my baby and my husband stuck in a room with 3 other women. And what are the chances I would just GET a private or even semi private room for free? Can I take that sort of risk? I’m not much of a gambler. Then I kept checking my phone because the internet is the Devil and it sucks me in and I need to throw my phone away so that I stop looking at it so much. And then Chad was breathing, you know, because he is a living human being and that was driving me crazy so I went into the spare room to try to sleep but that was futile until about 5:30am and then Matteo woke up at 6:30. He then tried to Karate chop me when I went to change his diaper and I decided that today was going to be a horrible day.
Matteo has been down with a throat infection for the past 5 days so I’ve done nothing but snuggle and administer Tylenol and attempt to get fluids down.
One of the best things about raising a toddler is how they are unable to pronounce certain words correctly. Matteo received some Mr. Men books for Easter and loves to call Mr. Topsy-turvy Mr. Topa-v-v. I just about die every time he does so. Not to mention the way he pronounces orange (organge) or octopus (opipuss).
A great many things occur when I am not looking.
He looks so damn cute in this photo. Bath time used to be fun and easy and now it’s full of bribery (he NEEDS to play with the dental floss in order to sit on the potty and he NEEDS to sit on the potty before he has a bath) and compromise and it just seems to drag on forever. He is getting smarter and smarter at knowing how to postpone bedtime.
I finally got these prints framed and hung on the wall. Here’s a tip – you are still paying too much money when you go to Michael’s during one of their 60% off framing sales. Go to Urban Art instead.
This is how Chad makes a sandwich. I can’t handle it. All contents of a sandwich must remain inside the perimeter of the bread. How does one even attempt to eat this?
This little man is a wanderer. He wants to walk where he wants to walk and there are no two ways about it. We go to the park but he spends 2.5 seconds playing on the playground and then he is off, walking every which way. This wouldn’t be a big deal if it wasn’t for the fact that he always wants to walk in places he isn’t allowed. This also makes things like going to the beach or going for a picnic rather difficult because there is no sitting still or playing in a small area, there is only very long walks in every direction. Oh the head strong 2 year old.
Bunny is to Matteo what Little Lamb is to me.
Toddler fun continues in the food department. In classic form, Matteo ate great as a baby and now won’t eat anything. If you were to ask me what Matteo’s favorite food was, or what I could guarantee he would eat no matter what, I would have to say, I have no idea. His tastes change day to day and while Strawberries are amazing today, they are not worth it tomorrow. It’s enough to drive you mad. But we try to just roll with it and not make food a big deal. In the “Pick your Battle” department this is not one I am willing to fight. There will always be some sort of cheese and some sort of fruit he will eat, and you can survive off fruit and and cheese alone, right?
The long wait for Miss Marlee to get back in the salon chair is over and I took full advantage by getting a much needed pre-baby hair cut.
With a large belly in the way, I decided that this year I would still plant my pots and herbs but I would steer clear of any garden beds. Thankfully the front is pretty much self sufficient, and, as I’ve mentioned 1000 times, the back yard is a disaster and is put on hold for at least another year.
On a positive note, the neighbours to the West of us cut down their last dying tree allowing for full afternoon sun to hit our deck and the neighbours to the East of us cut down two trees allowing for delightful morning sun. We are living the dream while still keeping all 4 of our monster trees. Bonus to all of this, my Zio and Zia are moving to a condo and guess who is hoarding all the pots they are getting rid of. Oh yea, you guessed it!
I just celebrated my 31st Birthday. I feel like I should feel old, but I don’t. I had a lovely day of pampering with my cousins and then dinner out with this guy. I always joke that he hijacks my birthday plans to suit what he wants to do, so this year I indulged him and we had post dinner drinks (Yay water!) at Moody Ales in Port Moody because we were just down the street and I’ve never been. It was a very cool place I’d like to revisit when I can drink something more than just water!
Allow me to ramble on about life and pregnancy related items.
I am currently 31.5 weeks and everything is good. I am very, very thankful for that. The closer and closer I get to 33 weeks (when Matteo was born) the less and less anxiety I have.
Given the drama around Matteo’s birth and the fact that he was delivered via Emergency C-Section, I was able to chose between a natural birth or a scheduled c-section this time around. This is something I have thought a lot about over the last few months. I have talked to many people and heard many stories and in the end, I have decided to go for the scheduled c-section. This is a decision I feel very comfortable with and while I am sure many people have many options about this choice, it is my choice and to be honest, I don’t really care about your opinions. Ha. With this pre-selected date written down in my calendar I can now say I have less than 55 days to go. The planner in me rejoices at this. And yes, I know that just because I have a scheduled date written down doesn’t mean baby is going to adhere to that plan (Hello! Look what happened with Matteo!), but it allows me to focus on something.
The last few weeks have brought about the most exhaustion I have ever felt in my life. When I was this far along with Matteo I was stuck in a hospital bed on bed rest, so there was no physical activity that required me to exert any amount of energy. This time around I am not on bed rest, but rather running around with a toddler, working part time, and in the throws of nesting. I want to purge everything. Every day I find something else to clean and organize and it is leaving me constantly tired. Thankfully for me, I tend to do this every so often anyways, so there isn’t a lot of stuff to clean out but there is enough to totally wipe me out by the end of the day.
I really, really want to start decorating the nursery but I’m stuck in a bit of a dilemma. The baby’s room is currently the guest room, and since there is already a bed in there, my thought is that I will sleep in there for the first few months so that baby and I will not disturb Chad when we wake up through out the night. Chad is already the lightest sleeper ever so if baby were to sleep in our room, he would probably become a miserable zombie. And that is not good for anyone. The dilemma comes in fact that the bed that is in there is a double bed and takes up quite a bit of real estate. So while I think that baby’s furniture will technically fit, it’s probably going to be squished, and nothing will be able to rest in it’s final resting place, which is going to drive me nuts. So, really, there is no dilemma, I just need to suck it up that the room is not going to be 100% perfect right away.
Oh first world problems.